“You can’t carry me out your front door in the middle of the day and drop me on the sidewalk!” “I wasn’t going to.” He sounded offended. “I was going to carry you to your cab.” “That’s worse!” she exclaimed,… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
She saw him after seventh hour in a place she'd never seen him before, carrying a microscope down the hall on the third floor. It was at least twice as nice as seeing him somewhere she expected him to be. — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
